Three children holding hands watched some objects displayed in a shop window. The objects were moving almost imperceptibly, and Fate couldn’t tell whether they were animals or machines. Outside a bar some men in cowboy hats who looked like Chicanos were gesticulating and pointing in opposite directions. At the end of the street there were some wooden sheds and metal containers on the pavement and beyond them was the desert. All of this is like somebody else’s dream, thought Fate.
